...and on another note entirely,
A whiney note, to be specific, here's RW the other night as we were all about to sit down to a lovely dessert: our choices of any combination of three different flavors of Ben & Jerry's ice cream (it was on sale):
"Elswhere, can you please scoop out the ice cream for us all? It's...well, I'd have to take off the plastic. And scoop out the ice cream. And it's so hard!"
I think this should probably win some kind of prize for the whiniest whine ever.
To be fair, she was very, very tired.
"Elswhere, can you please scoop out the ice cream for us all? It's...well, I'd have to take off the plastic. And scoop out the ice cream. And it's so hard!"
I think this should probably win some kind of prize for the whiniest whine ever.
To be fair, she was very, very tired.
posted by elswhere | 9:55 PM
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And sometimes the apple doesn't fall far from the tree... :-P
Either that, or ya'll are turning into a butch-femme couple. The only question is, who's the butch and who's the femme?
heh.
heh! Shannon, that's a great question. Let's see: I deal with most of the food-related things (shopping, cooking, packing lunches, scooping ice cream). And I'm directionally challenged and constantly get lost when driving. And RW is the resident tech support expert.
On the other hand, I'm the only one in the house who can put together IKEA furniture. And I have a higher messiness tolerance. And--this is key--shorter hair.
So: butch or femme? You Be the Judge! (Wouldn't that be a great game show?)
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